by K E Osborn
“No, that’s not us. None of us will ever use drugs, and there are definitely no prostitutes on tour with us.”
I can’t help but giggle slightly at that last comment.
“Look, I know she’s your little girl and you love her very much, and I know she loves you too, but the best thing you can do for her right now is to let her live a little. If she’s making a mistake, which I know she isn’t, then just be there to catch her if she falls. But she has to get out and live. The Delia I met the other night was a wreck and in the last two days I’ve seen her shine and grow into an amazing woman. A woman, who I’m in awe of and who inspires me. Mr. Norman, I will keep her by my side the entire time we’re on tour. I can honestly promise you that.”
I bite my bottom lip as he nods his head and rolls his eyes. I know he’d be getting an ear full from Daddy about morals and respect and all that stuff, blah... blah... blah. I smile at Colt and he winks at me.
“Yes sir, I will, sir. Thanks, I appreciate that, but to be honest it’s not up to you. Lia’s coming with us and that sir is my final word,” Colt says and then hangs up the phone. I stand there gawking at him with raised eyebrows.
“Did you just hang up on Daddy?”
He smirks. “Maybe?” he says cautiously.
“Oh my God, you’re my hero, Colter Slade.” I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He takes hold of my waist and pushes me forcefully against the wall. I moan slightly as his tongue finds mine. My hands tussle his hair as he grinds into me. The door to the penthouse suite opens and Johnny walks out and sees us in our passionate moment up against the wall. He chuckles and walks back inside.
“Yeah, they’re here, they’re just making out,” we hear Johnny yell out as he shuts the door making us both laugh. Colt takes his lips from mine and smiles brightly.
“You’re dad’s scary,” he says, and I laugh.
“I know, but you seemed to handle him well enough.”
“Maybe, but I still think he might hunt me down and cut off my balls to use in his tennis matches.”
“How do you know he plays tennis?”
He smirks. “All high society rollers play tennis.” He takes my hand and leads me back inside the penthouse suite.
“When you said we were flying to the USA, I never thought it’d be in your own freaking jet, Colt,” I squeak out as we all walk across the tarmac to the waiting private jet.
“Well, when you’re as famous as we are, then you get all the privileges that come with it,” he replies as he takes my hand and leads me up the staircase and into the jet. My hands are shaking and that tap dancing group are having a concert in my stomach. I’m so nervous. I hate flying, with a vengeance, and even though I’m sure a private jet is just as safe as a normal plane I can’t help but think the smaller the plane is... the smaller the engine, and the smaller the engine the more chance there is of something going wrong, and it all ends up with me dying either in a fiery explosion or drowning in the ocean when the jet breaks apart. Either way I’m doomed and I’m not happy right now.
I step inside the jet and it’s so luxurious. It has an all cream leather interior with giant seats everywhere with little tables in between. It’s more like a hotel in here than a plane. I walk along the spacious aisle as Colt has his hand on my lower back.
“We can sit there if you want?” Colt points to a lone table and two seats near the rear of the jet. I nod and walk toward them. I take a seat near the aisle and Colt takes the seat near the window, thank God. I can feel my breathing escalating as the other band members and the Slayettes all crowd into the jet. My grip on the chair’s armrest is getting tighter as a hostess shuts the jet door and locks it.
Oh crap, I’m so going to die!
Colt looks at me and rests his hand on top of mine. “Lia, are you okay?” he asks looking at me intently.
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod as a gripping fear paralyzes me when I hear the engines roar to life. I grip onto the arm rest harder and scrunch my eyes closed as tight as I can while the jet starts to move slightly.
“Lia, what’s wrong?” Colt asks as he un-fastens my hand from the armrest finger by finger and takes it in his.
“I hate flying,” I whisper, breathlessly.
He chuckles slightly and kisses the back of my hand. “Why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve gotten you some tablets to help you relax or something before the flight?” I feel my bottom lip start to quiver. “Okay, I can fix this,” he says, holding onto my hand even tighter.
“Excuse me, Tamara. Can we have two of the usual please, and keep them coming?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Slade, coming right up.”
“Two of the usual?” I ask.
He smiles brightly. “Don’t worry it’ll take the edge off, I promise.”
I nod, at this point in time I’ll do anything to get rid of these nerves. Tamara comes back with two glasses of amber liquid. She places them on the table in front of us, smiles at Colt and then walks away.
I wrinkle my nose and look at Colt curiously as he hands me the glass. “What is it?” I ask.
He smirks. “Your best friend. Trust me it’ll help,” he says clinking his glass against mine.
“Colt, it’s early morning, I can’t drink this now.”
He smirks. “Well, it’s afternoon somewhere in the world, and it’ll help calm your nerves. So, bottoms up,” he says bringing the glass to his lips and downing the contents.
“I’ve turned into an alcoholic since I met you,” I reply with a slight smile.
“Well, you should have no problem drinking in the early morning then.”
I exhale and throw back my old friend Jack. Colt chuckles as I scrunch up my face in disgust. The jet starts to move along the runway quickly and I clench my eyes shut as Colt squeezes my hand tightly.
“It’s okay, Lia. I’m right here with you. I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe with me,” Colt affirms calming me slightly. The cabin shakes as we lift off the ground and everyone in the jet cheers, except for Colt and me. I feel numb as we ascend higher and higher into the sky. I shake in my seat while Colt watches me intensely. I feel like I’m fading in and out. I know I’m not, but I’m kind of in my own dreamlike state at the moment, more like a living nightmare as my breathing escalates and my palms sweat.
“I’m right here, baby, I won’t let anything hurt you,” he says snapping me back into reality.
Did he just call me baby?
“Baby?” I ask looking directly at him.
He smirks and nods. “Yeah, just kinda happened,” he says kissing my hand again. A calm washes over me as Tamara comes back with another glass of Jack for us both. She places them on the table and smiles then walks away. I exhale, pick up the glass and swallow the lot in one go. Colt laughs and then does the same.
“C’mon, let's get pissed and forget that we’re even on a jet,” Colt says and I giggle for the first time since getting on this stupid jet. I nod my head and he waves Tamara over.
“Can we just have the whole bottle thanks, Tamara?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Slade.”
Dingo walks over and slaps Colt across the head.
“What are you doin’ drinking already?” he asks. I bite my lip and swallow.
“Lia’s a little scared of flying, so we’re gonna forget that we’re on a jet.”
Dingo laughs. “Well Little Bean you better get used to flying if you wanna hang out with us.”
I nod and smile. “I’m trying,” I say as he chuckles.
“Yeah, I can see, well have fun getting pissed,” he says and walks back up to the front of the jet with the rest of the band and the Slayettes. I can’t help but notice Jessi eyeing me like she’s a tiger ready to pounce on her prey, that prey of course, being me. Tamara comes back with a bottle of Jack and places it down on the table in front of us.
“Thanks Tam,” Colt says, she nods and walks away.
“Okay, let's get this piss party started,” Colt su
ggests pouring us another glass.
A few hours pass, and a nearly empty bottle of Jack later and I’m feeling much more relaxed. I’m still functioning, well albeit a little tipsy. Colt seems the same as me, we’re talking about our pasts and funny stories about ourselves. I’m actually enjoying myself and not worrying about the jet at all. I’m a little curious as to what it looks like out the window of the jet next to where Colt is sitting. I stand abruptly and Colt looks at me curiously. I shuffle toward him and sit myself down on his lap. I think my inhibitions have left with my nerves. He smirks and wraps his arms around me as I cuddle into his chest.
“Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” he says as he nuzzles into my neck.
“I wanted to look out the window,” I answer and he chuckles.
“So, you didn’t actually want to sit on my lap. You’re just using me for the view, right?”
“Right,” I reply with a smirk. He shakes his head and opens the window blind. I look out and a small rush of nerves moves over me, but then I see the clouds below and the bright, beautiful blue sky and it’s one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen.
“It’s almost surreal,” I say as I lean forward in his lap looking out the window.
“Trust me, it’s real,” he says as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. I turn to face him and his eyes are smoldering with lust. No one has ever looked at me like Colt does. It sends a shiver up my spine and I lean back into him. His hand moves to my cheek then around to the back of my head. I can feel his magnetism pulling me toward him. That undeniable spark between us is ever present and my pulse starts to race as I look into his eyes. His hands are on the back of my head pulling me toward him and our lips lock together. The kiss is sweet and tender and his softness against my lips is making me crave him. I wrap my arms around his neck and he kisses me slowly. I open my mouth to allow his tongue access and he immediately takes the opportunity. Our tongues intertwine slowly and softly. This is romantic kissing, it’s not rushed and hard, but gentle and passionate. I can feel my core starting to react as I move my hands into his hair. I hear him groan a little as he shifts under me. Then I feel his erection poking me in the back of my thigh. I smile as I kiss him. It’s nice to know I have this effect on him.
Our kissing starts to become a little more intense as his breathing quickens. His free hand finds its way to my inner thigh and he starts to caress it slowly moving higher and higher upwards. My breathing hitches as a sudden wave of lust washes over me. I don’t know whether it’s because I’m tipsy or whether it’s just the natural chemical reaction between Colt and me, but I move on his lap so I’m straddling him. His hands move to my arse and mine take hold of either side of his face as we make out in the seat at the back of the jet. He starts to grind his erection up into the crotch of my jeans and I can’t help myself as I moan slightly at the contact against my now soaking wet pussy. I want him. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want Colt right at this moment. I’m getting lost in him and our kiss is now feverish and intense as we grind against each other. I’ve completely lost my inhibitions and I wouldn’t care if Colt were to take me here in the jet. I want him that badly.
“Woooo, Colt and Lia, gettin’ it on. Shit, you guys are turning me on just watching you,” I vaguely hear through our steamy session. I pull my lips from his as he tries to catch his breath. I turn to see Dingo, Johnny and Huxley all staring at us, with giant smiles on their faces. I try to control my breathing as I look back at Colt who’s looking at me with a seductive smirk on his face.
“Fuck off guys, give us some privacy, yeah?” Colt asks as I cradle myself into him, trying to hide away my embarrassment.
“Oh, hell no, this is too good to miss. You guys are practically dry humping in front of us. There’s no such thing as privacy on a jet, Colt. You guys wanna go at it, by all means we ain't gonna stop you,” Dingo states as I flush bright red. Colt shakes his head and grabs me by my hips and lifts me off him and I stand in front of him. I wrap my arms around myself feeling slightly dizzy. I’m not sure if it’s from the passion just gone, the embarrassment, or the alcohol, but either way I feel giddy. Colt stands up in front of me and takes my hand.
“C’mon,” he says leading me away from the now cheering guys.
“Where are we going?” I ask as he leads me down a narrow hall away from them. We walk through the galley and to the other side. Luckily no one is here, he turns to face me and pulls me to him forcefully.
“Fuck, I want you. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life,” he says slamming his lips to mine so forcefully that I’m pushed backwards against the door. I moan against him as I feel light headed. Any walls I may have had, come crashing down at the feeling of Colt’s warm lips smothering mine. My arms wrap around his neck as his entire body pushes against mine. Every inch of him is touching me and the current surging through our bodies is electrifying. I want him, so badly that my clit is throbbing for him. He runs his tongue against mine as he turns the handle for the door, groaning as it opens. He forces me backwards into a small room. I don’t realise what it is until he lifts me up by my arse and sits me down on the basin. We’re in the bathroom. It’s bigger than a normal bathroom on a plane, but still really small. He shuts the door next to him and flicks the lock never taking his lips from mine. His hands move from my waist to the zipper of my jeans. I tense up a little.
“Relax baby,” Colt coaxes through his kiss. I instantly melt at his words. He frantically undoes the button and zipper of my jeans and starts to pull them down. I shuffle so he can get them past my arse and then he slides them down to my ankles. He pulls off my converse and then removes the jeans from my legs. He moves back in, reconnecting our lips as I wrap my now naked legs around his waist, pulling his crotch to mine. A moan escapes my mouth as he moves his hand down between my legs. I can’t believe I’m doing this for the first time with Colt in a bathroom on a jet. This is nothing like the Delia Norman I know. He rubs firmly over my soaking wet panties, moving his mouth to my neck to suck and nip as I enjoy his arousing touch. My head falls back against the mirror as he continues to rub my sensitive spot over and over. Slight moans from both of us echo through the bathroom as he moves his fingers inside my panties. He gently eases one inside me and I shudder with the feeling.
Holy hell, I was never this turned on with Joseph. How is Colt doing this to me?
His mouth collides back to mine as he moves in and out of me. I tighten my grip on his hair and kiss him so forcefully I forget to breathe. His motions in and out are causing heat to build up inside me. He steps back leaving me wanting on top of the basin as he withdraws his finger from inside me, moving it up to his mouth he then sucks on it. I shudder, and I don’t know if it’s from disgust or from pure unadulterated lust. He smiles as he kneels down in front of me so his head is in line with my panties. Suddenly he rips them off into two pieces. I sit there in shock as he grins up at me. I swallow a lump in my throat, as he takes hold of my calves and positions them on his shoulders. My breathing is hard and heavy as I know what he’s going to do. He moves forward as his tongue collides with my clit. I moan out loud as my hands thrust into his hair. His tongue runs circles around me while he works me up. His warm tongue sends waves of pleasure through me, the things he’s doing with his tongue are sending me wild. I dig my heels into his shoulder blades while he moves his fingers inside me at the same time. The motion of his fingers in and out, teamed with the erotic motions of his tongue are sending shock waves through me. The pleasure is intensifying as he moves on me. His fingers plunge in deeply as he sucks on my clit, an instant surge flows through me and I take in short sharp breaths as a tingle covers my entire body. My body stiffens and my head falls back, with one last thrust of his fingers inside me and a flick of his tongue, I’m sent over the edge as I climax into his mouth. I’m shaking from the immeasurable high as he stands up, in front of me. I lean back against the mirror as I crash back to earth. He smiles at me brightly.
“You taste s
o fucking good, baby,” he says leaning in to kiss me. Normally that’d freak me out having to taste myself, but somehow Colt’s making this entire thing so erotically pleasurable that I don’t even care. All my walls of insecurity and inadequacies came crashing down from the moment he called me baby. I’m so light-headed from the pleasure, the excitement and the alcohol that my head’s starting to spin. Colt moves back in and kisses me forcefully again as he holds my head to his. I move my hands down to his belt and start to undo it frantically. I want him, all of him, and it’s been so long since I’ve had sex, considering Joseph could never get it up. He chuckles as he moves his hands down to help me undo his pants. They fall to the floor releasing his mammoth, rock hard cock. To be honest I’ve never seen anything so big. My eyes bulge when he takes his length in his hand, tugs and a small bead of liquid appears on his head. He chuckles slightly and lifts my head back up by my chin to look at him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow, at first,” he says as he moves his mouth to mine and then moves between my legs and pulls me closer to the edge of the basin. I wrap my legs around his bare arse as he draws himself closer to my opening.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” he murmurs through our kiss.
I move my hand down to his cock and position it right where I want him. “Shut up and fuck me.”
“Did, Delia Norman, just swear?” he asks pulling back and looking at me with a smirk.
“Maybe?”
“That’s so fucking hot, I want you so bad, Lia. Just quickly are you on the pill?” he asks.
I smile and nod giving him the all clear to go bare back. I pull his mouth back to mine and tighten my legs around his arse bringing the tip of his cock inside me. We both moan at the feeling. He kisses me strongly as he slowly eases inside, I can feel myself stretching around him, but it’s definitely a tight fit. If I wasn’t so turned on right now I think it would hurt.
“You’re so wet and tight, fuck!” he says, as he slides inside me a little further.